Sarina Bowen Quotes

I bunch his hair between my fingers and tug his head up. "Get on your back." "Not done with you," he mumbles. "Trust me." His eyes gleam as he shifts onto his side. Then he grins and rolls over, propping his hands behind his head and awaiting my next move. The ache between my legs is unbearable, making it difficult to move. I order my shaky limbs to cooperate, and climb onto his muscular body, twisting around so that my butt is wiggling in his face and his massive erection is at eye level with me. "Fuck," he gasps. "Yeah, babe, that's what I like to see.

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.

It was hard enough being the Girl in the Wheelchair. I didn't need to be the Girl Who Ejected From Her Wheelchair

He doesn't move.

Please, I beg him inwardly.

Please go up to bed.

It's hard enough to look at his face each day and not feel heartbreak. I can't be close to him right now. I'm afraid I'll give in and kiss him again. The way his hard body had aligned so perfectly with mine is burned in my consciousness. I'll be trying not to remember that for weeks.

I wait, and I ache.

Finally the door clicks open. I hear him exit the car. When the door slams shut, I feel it like a sledgehammer to the heart.

Don't look, I coach myself.

But my self-control isn't infinite. His fair hair glints under the streetlight as his long legs eat up the walkway in just a few paces. Seeing him walk away from me splinters something inside me.

Why hasn't anyone ever told me the prostate was some kind of magical pleasure zone? Are there unicorns and orgasm fairies dancing around in there?

God, when I go gay, I really go gay.

He moves further onto the bed, making room for me. Then he beckons. And there isn't enough money, fame or fortune in the world to keep me from obeying. I'm on that bed a second later. His arms reach for me, pull me in. We're side by side, chest to chest. And Jamie Canning is kissing me again.

If I'm Ethan, you're Beverly.

Hang in there," I whispered. "The night won't last forever." She relaxed, and I was the reason.

I forget how to breathe for a second, because I just love her so hard.

Wes growls when I come in his mouth, but he doesn't stop sucking until I'm limp and mindless. As the aftershocks of the orgasm continue to flutter through my sated body, I vaguely register that he's beside me now. Kissing my neck. Stroking my abs. Nuzzling my beard with his cheek. "Fucking love this beard," he whispers. "Fucking love you," I whisper back.

Next time you put your hands on me at work I'm gonna start moaning like a porn star.

my lips, I bend down and swipe my tongue over the little slit at his tip. He teased me before, and now it's time for some payback. I'm going to worship every inch of Jamie Canning's cock. I'm going to torment him with my tongue until he can't remember a time when my mouth wasn't on his dick bringing him pleasure. I'm going to - Jamie comes the second I wrap my lips around him. Yup, he fucking comes, and I don't know whether to laugh or groan as he starts to shake with release. In the end I do neither - I suck him all the way down to the base, drawing a strangled cry from his lips as I swallow the salty drops that shoot down my throat.

Are you going to read it?" I ask. "Or just stand there making me sexually frustrated.

Maybe it wasn't rational, but she didn't like the idea of Leo invading her little world. Yesterday, Brooklyn had belonged to her. The Long Island 'burbs where she'd grown up had felt far away from the brick streets and renovated factory spaces of Brooklyn. In this job, she'd felt truly independent, putting down her own fragile roots in a new place.

Fast forward twenty-four hours, and her daddy had joined the workplace and her ex-boyfriend had shown up to remind her of all that she'd lost. Really, a girl could be forgiven for feeling slightly hysterical.

Not that there was any time to panic.

You're not competing for him, dumbass. He's already yours.

She tastes like everything I ever wanted.

Audrey's appearance in my home had the same effect on my libido that springtime had on the deer living on our hilltop.

Blake Riley is a better man than anyone gives him credit for. And I'm ashamed of myself. I'm so fucking ashamed for ever believing that he was just a stupid jock who was incapable of being serious.

But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations.

I guess time flies when you're playing hockey every day and getting laid every night.

It freaked me out that you're a guy. And that I let you take the lead. Part of me wants to forget it happened. Most of me wants you to do it again.

Why would you complicate our friendship?" I whispered. "Like it's so simple now?" He countered.

You'll stop if I don't like it?" My heart squeezes. "Of course." I lean over him and plant a reassuring kiss on his lips, then wink at him. "Just say ballsack if you want me to stop." A wave of laughter shudders through him. "Oh shit. I totally forgot about that.

Zach was beautiful on his worst day. But a horny Zach was a thing of fantasies.

Thank you, Scarlet".
"For what? For being your Tuesday and Thursday girl?"
"For all seven days. Because I think of you on all of them".

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Dude, it's not like you tied me to the bed and forced yourself on me. I don't know if you remember, but I came like a motherfucker that night." Aw shit. I don't know why I said that. And the flash of heat that travels down to my dick is equally perplexing. Thinking about that night is something I rarely let myself do. It was easily the hottest sexual experience eighteen-year-old Jamie Canning had ever had. But remembering it always confuses me, because I associate it with getting banished from the friendship I valued most.

She hums. And when she lifts her gaze to look me in the eye, it's a challenge not to humiliate myself.I wind her hair around my hand and quietly convert carpentry fractions into decimals. Three eighths is .375. Five eighths is…
She gives a good, hard suck.
"POINT SIX TWO FIVE!" I bellow.
Her mouth makes a popping sound as she releases me. "Come again?"
"I'm trying not to," I gasp.

What are you doing?" I squeak. Big, warm hands slide under the hem of my dress, slowly dragging the satin material upward. "What do you mean?" he asks innocently. Surprise makes my pulse race. "Where's my kiss?" Ignoring me, he pushes my dress all the way up to my waist, then groans so loudly that I shoot a wary glance behind me. But everyone on the lawn is completely out of sight, which means Blake and I are out of sight to them. Which means nobody but Blake can see that I'm not wearing anything under my dress. "No panties?" he croaks. "Seriously? We were walking down that aisle together and you weren't wearing panties? Are you trying to kill me?

Everybody has their shit to shovel,

I spent six years trying to get over you, and it didn't take. Our time is now.

But I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at his crotch a minute later. And then my breath hitched, because holy shit, he was hard, a long, thick erection straining beneath his athletic shorts. I was sporting the same visible boner, and I know he saw it. He probably thought it was the porn. Hell, that was the only reason he was turned on.

With one smooth thumb she brushed water off my cheekbone. The sweep of her skin against mine was at once familiar and electrifying. Whenever she touched me, I felt as if I'd loved her my whole life.

I'm bisexual, and it's not just a physical connection I feel with Wes.

He turned toward me wearing a typical, piercing Griff frown. It was so potent it should probably be its own word. Griffrown.

Thank you for that selfless act of research on my behalf.

Wes spares the couch a single glance. "Dude, my couch is wearing a condom.

When he's sliding down my body and planting greedy kisses on my inner thighs. "Better than ice cream," he rasps against my sensitive flesh, his tongue coming out to tickle my clit. "So much sweeter, baby." Then he captures the little bud between his lips and sucks hard enough to make me cry out. "Oh my God," I choke. My fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him trapped between my thighs. "Keep doing that." His laughter vibrates through my body. He continues to suckle me while one finger teases my folds, circling my opening until finally, slowly, slipping inside. I gasp in delight and rock against him. He's rocking, too, I realize. He's all but fucking the mattress as he licks and sucks and groans.

I don't like you very much," she says in a small voice.
"You'll like me better when I've tied you to the bed in your parents' cottage."
She makes a noise that's half rage, half lust. Oh, I've got her number. I really do.
"I brought four neckties in preparation, Hermès, of course. Very silky.

Jamie - "Shame the Bruins got punished by the Ducks last month."
I see the flash of arrogance return at lightning speed.
Wes - "That was a fluke. And a terrible call in the third. Your wing tripped over his own duck feet."
Jamie - "With a little help from your D-man."
Wes - "Oh fuck that. Twenty bucks says the Ducks don't make it past the first round this year."
Jamie - "Twenty is all you're willing to bet? Sounds like you're afraid. Twenty and a YouTube video proclaiming my greatness."
Wes - " Done, but when you lose, you make that video in a Bruins T-shirt."
Jamie - "Sure." I shrug. And just like that, the night gets easier.

Show me, I beg. There's

Gripping my shaft, I position myself between his big thighs. My breathing is equally unsteady. Hell, my hand is trembling around my cock as if I've never done this before. But I haven't done this. Not with someone I love. The head of my cock nudges his hole. He tenses again, clenching to deny me entrance.

Even in the midst of a bad decision, I could still live in the moment. And the moment was fine.

That's not the way it is, Callahan." I grabbed her hands and rolled her closer to me, until our knees touched. "The thing is, we're all fragile. It's just that most of our friends are lucky enough not to know it yet.

I didn't know any sexual innuendo. Those still got me into trouble because it seemed there were a million terms for sex, and they didn't all make sense. I'll never forget the sight of Griffin doubled over after explaining what a blowjob was. "But nobody's blowing on anything," I'd protested while he tried to remember how to breathe.

Still have your teeth?' Benito asked, smiling.

Then she dropped it and asked. "Did you…deflower him?" Ugh. "Hello, this is 1865 calling. They want their word back.

Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn't matter how much you hate it. It's just true.

Aw," he whispered, curling into my body. "I love you, too. So much. That's what I've been trying to tell you. Except I sucked your dick instead.

The car begins to rise toward the sixth floor. The elevator buttons wouldn't even work if I pressed one. Only employees can choose a destination, and only if they're approved to go there.
It's like an even more paranoid version of the Death Star. Although, I've been promised tacos, and I don't think the dark lord eats Mexican.

I cupped my aching balls and tried to take a deep breath. My chest was tight from wanting him. He was right there - his hip touching mine. I wanted to bend down and take him in my mouth. I wanted it so badly I could taste it.

This is happening," I tell her.
"Wh-what is?"
"You and me. Naked on a bed. Or a kitchen counter, or in the shower."
She says, "uungh."
"I'll let you pick the room of the house. Or the backyard. But this is happening … You've been a nun for two years. And I've been waiting half my life to get you naked. Our time is now.

Explain your type again." Ash says. "Let's define the problem."
I squint my eyes, because everyone knows that makes you smarter. I didn't know I had a type, but when I look back at my few exes over the years… yeah, there seems to be a pattern. "Frail-looking, vegetarian or gluten free, intellectual, ironic, good hygiene."
Sadie and Ash just look at me for a beat. "Thank God we're helping you." Ash says. "I mean, what the fuck? Why didn't we notice this before?"
Sadie is nodding.
Ash says, "so we just need to find someone who's huge, a carnivore, doesn't talk, smells manly and… what's the opposite of ironic?"
"I have no idea. Let's simplify it. We're looking for a man, instead of what you've been attracted to."
"What have I been attracted to?"
"Gwyneth Paltrow I'm pretty sure. And every time I see her on TV, I just want to kick her.

But that's how life really is. Sometimes you're the fool who believes everything will be fine in the morning.

So many things I thought I knew about my life were wrong. But that happened sometimes. All we can do is listen harder, hug harder and hope for the best.

I'm speechless. But my dick has plenty to say. I'm already hard at the idea of Wes being prepped and ready for me. I drop my mouth onto his and he moans again. My tongue glides across his piercing and we're off to the horny dog races. We kiss as if there's a meteor heading straight for the Toronto metropolitan area. Wes's eager hands roam my ass while I suck on his tongue. His eagerness is like a drug, and I want hit after hit. I can feel how hard he is, even through all of our clothes. He wants me to fuck him, and he's all primed and ready? "Mmm," I moan into his mouth. Sexiest fucking thing I ever heard. That's when the doorbell rings. "Hold that thought," I say, pushing up on one arm. "Nooooo!" Wes lifts both his legs to trap me in them. "No." Kiss. "No." Kiss. "Don't even think about it." Pinning his hands to the quilt is easy, because he's horny to the point of distraction. "Stop it, baby. It's the couch delivery. We're paying seventy-five bucks for them to show up on a Saturday.

Rather than answer, he just moans again. Low, agonized. Shit, he's desperate for it. I guess I would be too if I'd walked around all day with a plug rubbing on my prostate. I smooth my hand down his strong back, then lean in and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades as I withdraw again. "I like you like this," I murmur. "That sexy ass in the air. Having you at my mercy. Hearing you beg.

Please," he says. That one word is enough to get me off my bed. I'm standing in the center of our room now, hands on the waistband of my boxers. I yank and let them drop to the floor. And now he's staring at my cock, stroking his. "What do you want?" I ask. And I need him to be specific. This is a very dangerous game we're playing. It will probably end in disaster. But if there's any way I can prevent that, I will.

It turns out that trying to ignore somebody is about the most, exhausting thing in the world.

We're friends?"
"Are we?"
I smirk at her. "Would you rather I said 'former lovers? Or maybe soon-to-be-lovers-again?"
She smirks back. "In your dreams."
"Fuck, yes. Absolutely in my dreams. The wet kind." I reach over and cover her knee with my palm. "How about we make those dreams a reality

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I reach around his body and cup his ass. When my hand finds the toy lodged there, I groan into his mouth. "Do it," he pants. Everything begins to happen very fast. With a firm grasp, I remove the toy, while Wes slicks up my dick. He yanks me off the sofa's back and braces himself against it. "Go," he orders. I come up behind him and grip his hips, the head of my cock sliding between his taut ass cheeks. Just like the other night, I'm floored by the sensation of being skin to skin. There's no barrier between my throbbing dick and his tight ass, and when I drive deep on the first stroke, we both groan with abandon. "Fuck me," he demands when I go still. But I'm too busy savoring the incredible feeling of being inside him without a condom. I roll my hips and he growls like a grumpy bear. "I swear to God, Canning, if you don't move, I'm gonna - " I pull out, then slam right back in. He makes a choked sound, his entire body trembling. "You're gonna what?" I ask mockingly.

He's already one up on me. He's been on the receiving end of a couple of Hottie's kisses.
I've got nothing. It's the first time I've ever been jealous of my dog.

What we have is rare. The timing sucks. It's inconvenient. But I won't let you pretend like it's nothing.

I missed out on twelve years with my girl, and I don't want to miss another second.

I have never felt as raw as I feel right now. I've just discovered that falling in love has a dark side.

Ready to come harder than you've ever come in your life?" I ask solemnly, lifting one of his knees up. He smiles. "You sure you want to put that much pressure on yourself, dude?" "No pressure. Just fact. Science has proven it.

Back then, my whole world orbited around this man. Even now I feel my world tilt subtly in his direction. He has his own gravitational pull.

I need to say this. I want you, you understand. All of you. Right now. But you need to know this. Outside of here, I will hold your purse. I'll get mani-pedis with you. I'll cry while watching Lifetime movies with you. I will hand over my man card and be your minion everywhere you want, except in the bedroom. In here, I want you to surrender, just a little bit, and let me take the lead.

What kind of city doesn't have a football team? Explain that to me, Wes." "They do have one," I point out. "The Argonauts." Richard narrows his eyes. "Is it an NFL team?" "Well, no, it's CFL, but - " "Then they don't have a team," he says firmly. I stifle a laugh.

Marriage under law is a union of equals," she

At the teasing penetration, my hips jerk upward. Wes chuckles and eases his finger deeper, until the pad of it is stroking my prostate. My entire body trembles. Tingles. Burns. He spends a maddeningly long time torturing me with his mouth and finger - no, fingers. He's got two inside me now, rubbing that sensitive place and bringing white dots to my eyes. "Wes," I murmur. He raises his head. His gray eyes are smoky with desire. "Hmmm?" he says lazily. "Stop fucking teasing me and start fucking fucking me," I rasp. "Fucking fucking you? Did you really need two fuckings?" "One's an adverb and one's a verb." My voice is as tight as every muscle in my body. I'm about to go up in flames if he doesn't make me come. His laughter warms my thigh. "I love the English language, dude. It's so creative." "Are we really having this conversation right now?" I growl when his teeth sink into my inner thigh. His fingers are still lodged inside me, but no longer moving.

Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now.

The question now isn't whether I want to fool around with this man. The question is how I'm ever going to give it up.

His gaze had the intensity of a laser. "But it's not the same with you." My heart faltered. "Why?" "Because, Callahan." The brown eyes came closer. "I never loved anyone the way I love you.

Maybe it's just that this woman is the answer to a wish I hadn't known I'd made.

Give me the D. You know you want to.

He kissed me between the shoulder blades. "Getting along together was never the problem with you and me," he said. "We're both easy. It's just the rest of the world that's hard.

Did he open the wrong... "Probably shouldna opened all those drawers," Blake carries on, rubbing his chin. "Ya can't unsee some of those toys. But everybody has to have his own kinda fun.

I'm supposed to be here taking measurements, but I haven't even brought a measuring tape. And it's not the apartment I need to measure -- it's the size of my balls.

I sat down beside her, and she kicked her stocking feet into my lap. Sitting here like this was forbidden on the Compound. Because the path to hell was paved with friends touching each other's feet.

This man is wrecking me. I'm wrecked.

I wrap my arms around him and hold on for as long as I dare.

I honestly don't know how I'm ever going to give him up when summer comes to an end.

Two seconds later, he's there. And I'm stretching out on him like a blanket, and jamming my tongue into his mouth. Jamie moans, but I'm too wrapped up in the taste of him to worry about it. I have my fingers in his hair and his hot, hard body under mine and it's everything I've ever wanted. He's not hating life, either. His hips roll beneath me, his cock bumping and scraping against mine. It aches. My balls are tight already. Rubbing off on him feels amazing, and I love that his sweet mouth is a prisoner of mine. But I don't want to come yet.

cheerfully dragged me into the package store. (That's what you call a liquor store in Connecticut,

Ruthie. If I wanted someone to nag me, I'd get remarried."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't nag. I suggest."
"I suggest you leave me be. ," Grandpa said.

Now he snickers, but the sound dies when the tip of my finger circles his hole. His ass cheeks instantly clench. Not in fear, but anticipation. I see it in his eyes, a raw gleam of heat, before he lifts up his other knee and all but puts himself on display for me. Jesus. Nope, not gonna survive this.

It's the most successful company that you've never heard of.
In contrast, I've been a professional athlete for fifteen years. I make seven million dollars a year, and I'm basically the family slacker.

Silence fell again, and I thought it might swallow us whole.

Love is friendship set in fire.

Humans are interdependent by choice. You have a burden of guilt, and it's brave of you to want to carry it yourself. But it's foolish not to let others help you. Give some of it away to your parents and your friends. And when they need your help, you'll be strong enough to support them, too.

Be well, Lark. Look kindly at yourself. That's all I ask of you.

My weakness is him.

You're everything that I want, and everything I need. You already have my heart, and I don't want it back.

We both chuckle even as our lips meet again. And again. Finally I'm able to relax. His arms close around me and it feels like coming home.

Our mouths fit together so perfectly. Every time we kiss, I fall even more in love with him, and it has nothing to do with sex or lust. It's him. His closeness and his scent and the way he soothes me.

My life has been chaotic for as long as I can remember, and I always dealt with it alone. My parents' criticism, my confusion over my sexuality. But for six weeks every summer, I didn't have to be alone. I had Jamie, my best friend, my rock.

Leo gave her one more smile, and it was so full of joy that her heart skipped a beat. Then he turned around and strode off, his long legs eating up the distance toward the elevator bank around the bend.

"Come back to me, George," Becca said. "Don't go toward the light."

"What?"

"Exactly." Becca snapped her fingers. "Stay with me, babe. Don't let the hottie who stole your virginity send you into zombieland.

screen. Again, he

Last I saw him, he was sucking on a bottle of whiskey like he was trying to make it come.

I'll worship her every minute I can for as long as she'll let me, because that's what a real man does with his lady love. He worships her.

He just laughs, that deep, boisterous laugh that seems to come from the center of his soul, because Blake doesn't do anything half-assed. He laughs the way he lives his life - loud and fierce and without inhibition. He fucks that way, too.

When a second finger joins the party, his brows draw together. Beads of sweat break out on his forehead. Mine, too. Loosening him up is one of the hottest things I've ever done. It takes all my concentration. Stroking, teasing, twisting, getting him ready for me.